I’m administering my last final of the semester right now, for my Age of Johnson class (Yeah, we call it “Restoration and 18th C.”, but I know better). About seven minutes ago, I handed out copies of the exam. After a couple of minutes, a young woman approached me. She said, “Is this the right exam?”
Well as a matter of fact, it wasn’t. Two of my students had somehow received copies of the final I gave to my 8 a.m. class on the Seven Deadly Sins.
I corrected my paper-shuffling error, and everyone is now chugging away . But as I took my seat again, I realized something.
You know that anxiety dream where you sit down for a Very Important Exam, only to discover the exam is about stuff you’ve never heard of, much less studied? Well, for two lucky students, for a couple of minutes, that dream came true.
At least no one was naked. The Dean frowns on that sort of thing.